I pushed my almost painfully hard cock downwards, wanting the first time Emma had a man touch her pussy to be done with an engorged erection, to use her tight tunnel for the pleasure it was made to give. Like a high diver, my swollen head dipped through the pool of lubricant before nuzzling up against the sleeping girl’s slit.
The sensation of a fat cock pushing her labia aside must have been so out of the ordinary for Emma that even through the haze of sedation she squirmed weakly. I kept pushing forward until her wonderfully tight lips were stretched over almost the entirety of my mushroom tip and I felt my stiff dick pressing against the evidence of her virginity. Emma moaned sleepily but became still again after a moment.
I leaned over the passed out valedictorian candidates, taking the weight of my upper body on my left elbow, interlacing my fingers with Emma’s. With my right hand I reached around until I could slip it under the sleeping body of Abigail and I was cupping her tiny breast. Her nipple was fully erect, pressing stiffly into my palm. The moans being elicited via Emma’s violation must have made it through to Abigail’s dreams, or she was still turned on from before she fell asleep halfway through taking advantage of Emma.
I could feel Emma’s purity ring between my fingers and held on to her hand tightly as I drove my well lubricated cock into her unaware body until my pelvis met her ass with a slapping sound. Emma yelped and bucked, but with the combined weight of Abigail and myself on top of her, she wasn’t going anywhere. While she struggled, I pinched and rolled Abigail’s nipple between my finger and thumb.
“Mmmm, Emma,” she groaned in her sleep.
I guessed she had wanted to fuck the brunette as much as I did. When Emma calmed down again I began slowly sawing my cock in and out of her tight little slit, while continuing to massage and tweak Abigail’s sensitive pink tip.
Emma’s brow furrowed and she appeared to be clenching her jaws shut as I fucked her. Holding her hand even tighter I began fucking her harder, pounding the virgin more roughly than any virgin would willingly be pounded, and turned my head to resume kissing Abigail even as I continued groping her tit.
I was bordering on sensory overload, taking my pleasure from the two passed out schoolgirls under me. I closed my eyes and focused on the tactile perfection of their bodies. Emma’s ass was the ultimate cushion for my relentless thrusts, mitigating the impact every time I bottomed out in her newly deflowered pussy, which hugged my cock with youthful tightness.
Abigail’s tiny tit was perfect on her lithe gymnast’s body, and I relished kissing her deeply, caressing her with my tongue where no man had been before, and perhaps no man would be after. Releasing Emma’s hand I snaked my own under her body to cup her breast, again it was probably smaller than average but just right on her petite frame.
With my hands on the bare chests of two sleeping virgins I began jack hammering Emma’s pussy as hard as I possibly could, bringing a grimace to the unconscious teen’s face as the sensation of her virginity being roughly fucked away seeped through her sleeping mind. After several minutes of sustained pounding a different look spread across Emma’s face and I noticed a warm flush was spreading across her features.
With an almost surprised-sounding sigh, I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock as I ravaged her. Emma shuddered under Abigail and myself, her left hand gripping the sheets of my bed tightly as her first cock-powered orgasm rocked her body and her abused pussy gushed fluids around my pumping shaft. It was all I could do to not add my own cum to the mix, the knowledge of how roughly I had fucked Chloe’s little sister to orgasm alone was almost enough to do the job for me.
When Emma finally lay panting and spent under my still-thrusting cock I decided to give Abigail a taste of the pussy she had apparently been lusting after all week, and for God only knows how long beforehand. However, I wasn’t going to serve it up quite how she would have fantasised.
I extracted my cock from Emma’s violated slit and saw it was thickly coated with our combined juices, glistening in the light of my bedroom. I moved over until I was kneeling by the two girls’ faces, Abigail’s still poised peacefully over the more strained-looking Emma’s.
Hooking a thumb behind Abigail’s bottom teeth, I pulled her jaw downwards, opening her mouth. Past the glossy pink lips I could see the deeper pink that I had already explored with my tongue. When her lips were parted enough I grasped my cock with my other hand and aimed it at the gap I had created. I slid the head straight over her lips and across her tongue, giving her the flavour of virgin pussy she had so craved, delivered on a generous serving of cock.
Abigail’s lips squeegeed a considerable amount of the slickness off my hard rod, which dribbled down her cheek before dropping onto Emma’s sleeping face, splattering her with her own defiled pussy juices mixed in with the pre-cum from the cock that had done the defiling. This additional make-up turned her image from abused-innocent-virgin to wanton-slut at the drop of a hat.
However, I had little time to ponder that, instead I was captivated by the sight of Abigail’s lips approaching the base of my cock as I slowly thrust it forward. She may have never wrapped her mouth around a dick before and that was another great waste of a precious natural resource. She was a born cock sucker, when I felt the fat head of my cock hit the back of her throat it opened up with little resistance and before I could say ‘face fuck a lesbian’ my balls were resting on her chin and I couldn’t get any more rigid length into her if I tried.
I held her head still with both hands and began to thrust in and out of the sleeping blonde’s throat, letting her breathe between each stroke so I wouldn’t have to take any extended breaks to allow a half-choked teen pant for air, having learned from previous experience. Saliva and pre-cum began flowing freely out of Abigail’s mouth, adding to the mess on Emma’s face.
They both looked like little sex goddesses, one getting her face covered in bodily fluids, the other taking my big dick deep in her throat like a champ. I thrust my length in and out of Abigail for as long as I felt I could hold myself back. A load of semen as big as I had saved up needed a pussy, and I had decided that Abigail’s was the one to take honours.
I pulled my cock out of Abigail’s throat and smeared it across Emma’s lips before climbing over the sleeping pair and adjusting Abigail’s hips so her lower body was now facing down just like Emma’s. Unlike the brunette, Abigail’s pussy peeked out from between her legs and I was too far gone to consider pausing for lubrication, the combined slickness from Emma’s pussy, Abigail’s mouth and my pre-cum would have to suffice.
For the second time of the night I aimed my cock at a pussy that had never known the pleasure of a hard cock. When Abigail’s pussy lips caressed my tip I knew I wouldn’t last long, having been at the brink for some time already. I slammed the entire length into the passed out teen, feeling no resistance of a hymen. I supposed even though she was a lesbian she must have pleasured herself with a dildo at some stage, or perhaps it had been popped as a result of her gymnastics. Either way, it didn’t matter because I was in no mood to hold back on her.
I began fucking her with no consideration towards slowly building up pace, my pelvis slapping against her ass over and over again at a frantic tempo. I bore the weight of my upper body down on her as she bucked in reaction to the sudden and forceful invasion of her most private depths.
Eventually she calmed down and I was able to drive into her with a sustained rhythm, feeling my orgasm building with each stroke. The pleasure was incredible, rivalled only by the sense of pressure I felt welling up from somewhere deep inside me. I had the fleeting thought that I hoped I wasn’t about to have a heart attack or explode before ecstasy of immeasurable intensity washed over me and I felt the first gigantic spurt of cum blast the inside of Abigail’s women-only pussy.
A voice whispered in my mind ‘I claim this land for all mankind’ as an utter torrent of semen was unleashed inside the sleeping lesbian. I gripped her shoulders and drove my cock as deep into her as possible, spu
rting cum every time I bottomed out until I was utterly spent and I collapsed on top of the two girls, letting my hands roam over both of their bodies as I slowly softened inside Abigail.
At last, breath caught, I decided it was shower time for me and climbed off the bed, glancing back at the thoroughly abused pair of beautiful schoolgirls one more time before washing myself under the refreshing warm water. When I got out and dried off I realised I had a slight dilemma on my hands. Where was I going to sleep?
Emma and Abigail were exactly where I had left them in my bed, Abigail still looking like she had passed out in the early stages of molesting her valedictorian rival. Emma’s purity ring shone in the light and I had an idea. I slipped it off her finger and deposited it inside Abigail’s creampied pussy. I figured Abigail would probably have a pretty good time if Emma wanted to retrieve it… and I wanted to be there when it happened.
I positioned both girls under the covers on each side of the bed before climbing in between them and placing one of each of their hands on my cock and balls before drifting towards sleep. What a great life.
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Breeding My Sleeping Wife
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My wife is everything to me, and she has given me everything a man could possibly want. Everything except the one thing that I want the most: a baby. When her new relaxation aids prove to be more effective than we thought they would, will I be able to stop myself from taking advantage of her? And if I can't, will I fill her with my seed? Will she become pregnant?
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Sleep sex, Dubious Consent, Breeding
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This series was written in conjunction with the talented Cassandra Zara.
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*****
My wife is an angel. She keeps the house clean, cooks me dinner, and is a total joy to hang out with. I seriously wish we had the money to afford a housekeeper, just to help her out, because she just does so much for me. On top of all that, she's a tiger in the sack. She has even talked about giving me the threesome I've always wanted. My wife really does give me everything that I want.
Well, almost everything.
My wife graduated from college a year ago into the worst economy in history. Whereas I was able to get a job right away when I graduated five years ago, this recession has made it impossible to find even entry level work. Every day she sent out at least a dozen resumes, and most days she didn't get even a single response back.
When I suggested that now might be the perfect time to start a family, she balked at it.
"I will not be your Suzy Housewife forever," she had said. "In fact, when I get a job, I'll probably hire a maid to take care of the place. What I really want is to start a career. Ask me in a couple years and I'll think about it."
I didn't want to wait a couple years. I really loved kids. On top of that, she had adverse reactions to birth control, so I was forced to wear a condom every time we had sex. I hated using them. The sensation was always dulled. I wanted to have sex without a piece of latex between us and I didn't want to wait to be a father. We were lucky enough to be the only couple our age to be financially secure enough to really afford kids, and I wanted to be young enough to play with my kids.
One night, while we were watching a TV show, some babies came on. She looked over at me and said, "Look how cute and little they are!" I thought this might be my chance.
"If we were to have children, I guarantee they'd be cuter than those," I said, looking lovingly into her eyes.
For a moment, she seemed to melt. I thought that we would make love right there, conceive our first child right there on the floor in front of the TV. That moment passed, though. She hardened back up.
"I told you to ask in a couple years, Harry," she said. She turned back to the TV, and I dropped the subject.
A few days later, I caught her on myFace, looking at a profile from one of her friends from high school. All of the friend's pictures were of her kids, and Anna was smiling while looking through them. They looked adorable, and I wanted to sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bedroom. I approached behind her, but she heard me coming, and quickly closed the Internet browser. The moment was over.
Anna started to get more and more stressed out about not having a job, to the point where she was having difficulty sleeping. She said that while I was at work and she had finished cleaning up, she would nap the whole day away sometimes, and then be up all night watching infomercials. We decided to go to the doctor.
While we were at the doctor's office, there were a couple of kids playing in the waiting room, no more than 3 years old. Anna watched the kids with a smile on her face as the kids ran around and played with all the toys. She put her hand on mine.
I whispered in her ear, "Some day, I know you'll make an excellent mother."
She smiled and leaned her head against my shoulder. "Some day," she agreed. I didn't press the issue any further. I just watched the kids play.
*****
"Your test results just came back in," the doctor said. "I don't see anything abnormal. You did say you were stressed though, right?"
Anna nodded her head while I held her hand.
The doctor continued. "Normally I might prescribe an anti-depressant, but I think you just need a few good nights' sleep and you'll be right as rain."
He punched some numbers into a computer, then printed out a prescription and signed it. "The pharmacist will fill you in on the details of the medicine, but I want to give you an extra warning. The side effects of this medicine are very similar to narcolepsy. Make sure you never drive after taking this, and make sure your husband can carry you to bed, or at least make sure you are comfortable, because you could fall asleep anywhere, at any time after taking this."
Anna and I both nodded. We were both so happy that she was finally going to be able to get the sleep she needed that we promptly forgot about the doctor's warning.
*****
That night, everything worked out great. Anna took her pill, and fell asleep almost instantly on the couch, curled up against me. I smiled and carried her off to bed, going to sleep myself a couple hours later. I didn't feel her stir all night, and we woke up at the same time the next morning. She said she hadn't slept that well in years, and I could tell she was in a better mood already. I went to work as usual and she stayed home, cleaning the house and sending out resumes. Knowing that she was having a good start to her day made my day that much better. I was excited to see what kind of mood she was in when I got home.
"How was your day?" Anna asked as I walked in the house.
I smiled. She hadn't asked how my day had been in a while. "Oh, you know, same as every day at the office. How was your day?"
She smiled. "I got so much done today. I'm really liking how I feel after taking the sleeping medicine," she said.
I smiled too. A happy wife makes for a happy husband. She had prepared dinner for us, so we sat down to eat. Immediately following the delicious meal, she popped the pill in her mouth, and we went to the living room to watch TV.
After a minute, she looked up a
t me. "What do you think about us going to the club this weekend? I have a new dress that I'd like to show off."
I smiled at her. "You are feeling chipper, aren't you?"
She shrugged. "It's just that we've talked about finding another girl or couple before, and I thought that while I'm unemployed would be the perfect time."
My erection sprang up, and I said, "Yeah, that sounds great. I look forward to it."
I think I had missed the part where she was thinking about sex, because soon, she started rubbing my leg as she lay against me on the couch. She was going higher and higher up my leg, and I knew that was her little signal that she wanted to fuck.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
She made an exaggerated yawn, obviously fake. "I'm so sleepy. I think you need to carry me to bed," she said, smiling widely.
I put my arms under her legs and her back and lifted her up, lovingly sweeping her into my arms to carry her into the bedroom. She put her hands around the back of my neck, giving me a kiss as I carried her. I set her on the bed gently. She was so lovely laying there.
She yawned again, this time pushing her tits together as she did it. She really was trying to turn me on, I thought. She didn't need to try. I was already ready to fuck her brains out.
"I'm so tired, husband. Will you help me get my clothes off?" she asked, a coy smile on her lips.
"Yes, wife," I replied. She was just wearing a white tank top and a pair of sweats. Pretty standard for the days when she didn't plan on leaving the house. Her shirt was already riding up a little, and her sexy belly was exposed. I began to kiss her belly button, slowly pulling her shirt up to reveal more of her body.
She lay there, eyes open but perfectly still, smiling down at me. I pulled up more, revealing her tits. They were full and perky, perfect in my eyes. Everything about my wife was perfect to me.
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